Chapter 100: Taking a Breather (3)
Chapter 100: Taking a Breather (3)
“Even if your child is a half-elf, will you raise them properly, Yandel?”
“…….”
In that instant, the cock inside Elisha went a little limp.
Uh, wait.
Haven't we always been using contraception magic…?
Since we were pressed tightly together, my momentary hesitation must have been transmitted directly to her.
Elisha’s shoulders slumped dejectedly.
“I thought so… Yes. I suppose I said something unnecessary.”
This wasn't the usual snappiness she’d developed since becoming a slave. Her voice was sorrowful, filled with genuine sincerity.
I was the one who ended up flustered.
“No. Wait. Hold on. It’s not like that. You’ve got it all wrong!”
“You don’t have to force a lie, Yandel. I’ll manage somehow on my own. Rest assured, I’ll make sure it doesn't cause you any trouble.”
“I’m telling you, that’s not it!”
I cut off Elisha’s nonsense by sealing her lips with mine.
“Mmph?!”
The soft sensation of lips meeting lips.
I carefully slid my tongue between her lips, which were trembling slightly as if she were holding something back.
“Mmm….”
I stirred the inside of her mouth with my tongue.
Softly, tenderly.
Yet, I was also forceful, carrying a decisiveness that brooked no rebellion.
Elisha was stiff at first, but soon she began to respond clumsily. Even if she didn't entwine her tongue first, she didn't avoid me when I approached, accepting the contact.
After sharing a long breath with her, I slowly pulled away.
“Phew….”
A silver thread of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping.
I cupped one side of Elisha’s face, as she looked a bit dazed.
I toyed with her soft cheek with my palm and her long ear with my fingers as I spoke.
“Of course I’d raise them properly. Didn't I tell you back at Senior Fay’s workshop? If something like that happens, I’ll take full responsibility.”
“But just now….”
“I was just surprised for a different reason.”
It was the truth. It wasn't the fact that Elisha might be pregnant that bothered me, but the possibility that she might be pregnant now.
If that were the case, she’d have to fight a Great War against the resurrected Evil Gods while carrying a child.
“The world is about to be filled with chaos. The kind of chaos those cultists have been preparing.”
“That’s….”
“I don’t have the confidence to raise a child in the middle of that. That’s why I was freaked out.”
“But if it’s after everything is over, that’s a different story.”
“Uh… wait, then Yandel, what you’re saying is….”
“Right. I meant that the Half-Elf Ranch won't be operational until a few years from now.”
“A ranch… I don’t plan on having that many, you know?”
“That’s for me to decide, not you, Elisha.”
“Yes, yes. I’m sure you will.”
When I shrugged with a playful tone, Elisha let out a small chuckle.
Seeing that, Carla, who was behind me, began to cling to me as if she were feeling a bit pouted.
“Master, Master. What about me? Will you let me bear your children too?”
“Prepare yourself, because we’re going to have enough to single-handedly restore the Lindelheit family to its former glory.”
“Hehe… I’d love that!”
Carla showered my neck with kisses, beaming.
As I enjoyed the sensation, which felt like a small bird pecking at me, a question suddenly occurred to me.
“But why did you bring this up all of a sudden?”
“I told you, didn't I? I was worried about the child that might come between us….”
“Even if you were worried, you wouldn't ask so directly. At least not now, when we’re being so careful with contraception magic.”
“…….”
Elisha fell silent for a moment, then finally nodded with difficulty.
“You’re right, Yandel. It wasn't something to bring up now. But there is a reason.”
“What kind of reason?”
“…You left my Mana Core intact. Whether it was to learn something from me or because you needed my abilities, you made the decision to keep me as a mage.”
That was true. I couldn't just throw away a future Archmage just for the sake of a few rolls in the hay.
“But if I continue to grow as a mage… surely the day will come when I can break this Slave Imprint myself.”
“Well, once you become a High Magician, you’d be able to escape it unless you were bound by mana shackles.”
When that happened, Iris, who would be freed from the other shackle that was Elisha, would also cast off the yoke of slavery.
“Being freed from the Slave Imprint is fine. But what happens after that?”
“…What?”
As I tilted my head in confusion, Elisha continued calmly.
“If I become a High Magician, I’ll be treated well wherever I go. But where should I go? How many places would hire a mage involved in spirit summoning? Even if the Slave Imprint disappears, isn't my status still that of a slave? And above all….”
Naked. And with our lower halves still connected, Elisha’s confession continued.
“Above all, what happens to the virtue I gave to you? Does it come back? Or will someone grant me leniency?”
“Ah.”
Elves have a strong sense of chastity. They say it’s an instinctive drive to prevent themselves from becoming Ero-Elves, but regardless, they value purity immensely.
In that sense, the current Elisha wouldn't be easily accepted by herself or her kin.
“Even if I escape the Slave Imprint, even if I become a High Magician and look down on most of the world.”
Thump.
Elisha buried her head in the side of my neck opposite to where Carla was.
“I won't be able to go back to how I was before.”
“That’s….”
“But that doesn't mean I have nowhere to go.”
Elisha snapped her head up and smiled softly at a distance so close our noses were touching.
“I have you, Yandel.”
“Huh?”
“The person who took my first time, who needs me as a mage, and who treasures me as a woman. The person who knows my value better than anyone.”
“…….”
“I have you.”
For a moment, I felt like I’d been hit in the back of the head.
I see.
Is this why Elisha suddenly became so favorable at some point?
The reason she went beyond just doing what she was told and started actively trying to do things for me.
It wasn't just that she was resigning herself to her status as a slave and trying to fulfill her duties; she was thinking about what came next.
“Wait. That sounds like….”
“Yes. It means I’m thinking of you, Yandel, as my future partner. It’s just my own personal thought for now… but I think that’s why I got impatient.”
Elisha urged me on as I stood there blankly, having never expected such a thing.
“What about you? If you’ll accept me, I will strive to love you and to be loved by you.”
“…Stating it like that makes it sound like a political marriage.”
“Oh? It’s roughly the same thing. I give you my everything, and you give me a happy life. It’s a simple and easy-to-understand trade, isn't it?”
I pulled the back of Elisha’s head toward me. Then, I lightly kissed her long ear.
“Not bad.”
“Ngh!”
Elisha flinched, perhaps due to the sudden sensation of lips on her ear and the whisper. I held her tightly so she couldn't escape.
“Elisha, your body has been mine since the moment you were sold as a slave… but now, everything else is mine too. Because you offered it with your own hands.”
“Oh, th-that… yes.”
I didn't take my lips off Elisha’s ear as I continued.
“In exchange, I’ll do my best to take responsibility for your life.”
“That’s exactly it….”
Elisha nodded shyly.
Lightly biting Elisha’s ear, I ran my hand down the hollow of her back from top to bottom.
“Hyak!”
I made a short declaration to Elisha, who let out her characteristic shrill cry.
“First, I’ll start making you happy tonight.”
“Pardon? What do you mean by—Hngh?!”
Squelch.
I grabbed Elisha’s hips and thrust upward.
Elisha’s vagina, which felt good even when I was just staying still, churned wildly and tightened even further.
As I mouthed Elisha’s ear with my lips while she clung to me to keep from collapsing under the sudden stimulation—
“Hngh?! Why, why do you keep… my ear… haaa….”
Elisha’s voice quickly turned sweet.
She didn't feel as much through her ears as Iris did… but since she was already aroused by Carla and was currently being impaled by my cock, her reaction was excellent.
I held Elisha’s buttocks and continued to rock up and down.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Ngh, what is this all of a sudden, Yandel… Ha-ah!”
“What else? I’m just using what’s mine.”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
“But still… Hik! There should be more of a mood… Ugh… or something… Ahng!”
“The mood was ruined a moment ago when you brought up the baby, Elisha.”
Whether I actually intended to take responsibility or not, bringing that up so suddenly makes a guy go soft.
“B-but it was a topic that had to be addressed at least once, wasn't it?”
“I’m saying, did it have to be now?”
Squeeze.
When I kneaded her buttocks like dough, Elisha responded with a trembling vibration. She seemed intimidated, likely remembering our previous experience….
It’ll be a bit different this time.
I won't be poking her cramped legs, and I won't be pinning her down and doing a relentless Mating Press.
I pulled Elisha’s head back slightly to create some distance.
I wanted her to see my face clearly, as well as Carla, who was licking and mouthing my neck with her head buried in my shoulder from behind.
I shrugged at Elisha, who looked puzzled.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“What you just said, Elisha. Even if the format was a bit different, Carla said it first.”
“Mmph… what?”
Carla, who had been happily biting and sucking on my neck as if she were a vampire, tilted her head.
“You know, what you’ve been saying since the first day. That you’ll do anything, so please don’t throw you away and just cherish you.”
“Ah! Right! I did say that. Now that I think about it, it is similar to what Elisha said.”
“…….”
After hearing the conversation between Carla and me, Elisha declared while trembling.
“I… can do better.”
Was it because I compared her to Carla? Elisha’s eyes were burning with determination.
For the first time, Elisha, who had only ever followed my lead without resisting, showed initiative.
At that sight, I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smirk.
‘Just as planned.’
‘Just as planned, indeed.’
‘???’
Carla, why are you smiling so meaningfully…?